A Stroll to Make Things Clearer (Open)

[Blaine Carlisle]

A lot of people, Blaine knew, would be uncomfortable being so openly invited to talk about his past - but honestly he just couldn't see any reason to not want to. Regardless of how some people viewed his former profession, Blaine had always been proud of his accomplishments in show biz, and had very much enjoyed his time in the circuit. Even if the towns that they'd been entertaining in weren't so very welcoming of the people trying to show them a good time. 


Still though, he was a bit hesitant. Talking too much about one's self, well that could kind of come across as arrogant, right? There wasn't much hope for it anyway though as really, Chris /had/ opened the door. But that didn't mean he had to just stand around while he did it. So, without further adieu, Blaine went about the task of stacking the rest of the rocks - and chose to talk while they worked. " Well, we travelled a lot. And most of the time it was just necessary to live this way. Not that we minded or anything. Actually, I'm pretty sure we all preferred it." He paused to crack a somewhat rueful grin. "Even if we didn't much care for the fact that the reason we started living that way was simply to avoid trouble from townspeople who didn't care for our 'kind'."

He stood up again, once again surveying his now finished work critically - head tilted a bit to the side as he checked for any flaws that could be dangerous in such a thing as a fire pit. All the rocks seemed to be solidly in place, which was good as that meant that the fire could be properly contained with little chance of any errant flames doing unnecessary damage to other parts of the surrounding area. He nodded once, the action satisfied, and then started to go about the process of building the fire that would keep them warm. "What about you? I understand you did quite a bit of this yourself, yes?" He asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of his voice as, really, Blaine /was/ curious about the other.


Loki listened to the humans chatter for a bit, Nitro's sharp tones enough to almost have the vulpix whincing and wishing he'd never even mentioned the stupid honey. It wasn't like he didn't know that Nitro disliked Blaine, he did and in fact had tried to be nice and make it so the other pokemon wouldn't have to do something for him. And because of it, now he was being made to feel foolish - even if that wasn't Nitro's intent. His head ducked momentarily, ears folding back...and of all things it seemed like he was going to do something else that was likely foolish and apologize for trying to make it easy on the jolteon. But then the other's tones softened, and made the little vulpix smile all of those strangely awkward thoughts flittering away easily enough - as if any negativity could last in the boisterous little pokemon. 


"Well then. I guess I'll just have to come up with some sort of reward for your gallantry..." He murmured coyly before, moving back in close - offering the jolteon a lick up beneath his chin before turning to head off in the direction of where he remember the honey had been. Of course in turning, a few of Loki's tails likely brushed in against the other's face...and of course that might have been the very reason for such a close shifting of directions. He would wait at the edge of the tree line though, not wanting his Nitro to be too far away from him, and when he did catch up - he'd offer a few more nips and licks and then begin to make his way in among the brush to lead the other to the honey, as dry work made sense to be done first. Fishing could be done after. 

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Word Count: 669
Tags: Chris/Nitro 
Notes: Blaine and Loki(Vulpix)

[Christof Drescher]

Resuming work along side the other, he listened as Blaine spoke briefly about his life.  He wasn't going into too great of detail, but it wasn't as though the other male was hiding anything, so it hardly bothered him.  There was just one problem with that approach, and that brought itself to the forefront of the matter as the other redirected the question back at him.  It was likely far easier for him to resist any impulse to reveal a great many things about his life, if those impulses were present at all.  


"... Yes.  Since I was young, I have mostly lived like this... It was difficult at first, but we figured things out and eventually got the hang of it", he offers absently.  He wasn't ashamed, but he didn't usually talk about his past, and he wasn't sure he would like the other's emotional responses to it.  For the most part he had kept silent about even the more recent events his his personal life.  Once the fire pit seemed complete, he would stand straighter and stretch.  Thing didn't feel terrible between them, hopefully things would continue along these lines.  

Nitro found he was pleased that the Vulpix had been assured.  That brief moment of Loki seeming rather downtrodden, well, he hadn't really enjoyed it.  So, he followed after Loki silently as he moved on, acknowledging the suggestive words and tone only with a noncommittal 'hmm'.  However, as they came to the place where they would be getting the honey, Nitro slipped over, passing the Vulipix with an unguarded brushing of fur against fur as their sides nearly touched. 

Once it was indicated to him what size and the location of the hive they were targeting.  Regardless of whether it was hanging up from the tree, or if was a bit closer to home, the initial part of their endevour was the same.  


"Roar at them a few times,  it should get them to leave their hide long enough for us to get some honey."  It's not like we have to worry about a bunch of Combees deciding to find them and make them pay.  There was no reason for it, and it wasn't the way that most pokèmon would see things. 

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Word Count: 382
Tags: Blaine, Loki, nummies
Notes: Christof, Loki

[Blaine Carlisle]

"Mmm. Well, I was lucky. I'm not sure how well I would have adjusted if I hadn't been made to be used to it from the time I could practically walk." Blaine chuckled, crouching down by the pit to finish putting the last of their wood in place. "Plus, well...if I didn't have any luck when I was really young, I was surrounded by family members that would help provide for me. My mother was pretty adamant that we should try and be as self-sufficient as possible when we grew older though. Loki's been hunting and gathering with me since I first caught him, and by the time I was about fourteen, well...I was pretty damned self-sufficient if I say so myself." A grin accompanied those words, making it quite clear that he hardly minded being considered such at that young of an age.

"Must've been tough for you at first though. I mean, from the sound of it...well, you weren't as lucky as I was?" And yes, he did make it a question - the former entertainer pausing in his work to glance up at Christof and raise a brow for confirmation of this fact before he continued. "Though I dunno, it also sounds like you relished it. Certainly it proved to be vastly useful I'd say. I mean, you've done a lot of research right? Seen a lot of things that, being an entertainer, I might not have seen. At least, I'd think so anyway." He shrugged some, reaching in and readjusting a bit of wood before finally nodding. "When Loki and Nitro get back I'll have him start it up...." He said offhandedly, even as he began to dig around in his pack for the tri-pod he used to help cook over an open fire like this. 


"So...after this, what do you think the odds are that I'll be able to convince you to give up a little more of your time to me?" He asked, his tones wry, and perhaps amused as he was prepared for the sort of answer that most men in his particular situation likely wouldn't want to hear. And of course, as he waited for a reply, his hands kept busy even as his ears remained quite intent on what the German might have to say. Oh, Blaine was positive that this 'date' of theirs had happened by his merit and his desire for it alone. Certainly Christof had hardly been overly welcoming since agreeing to accompany him to this spot by the river. But Blaine was all right with that. He understood caution, and the need for it - even if he wasn't one to make excessive use of such a thing. Patience yes. Patience was a virtue he had in spades.... but one could hardly call him cautious when he'd been the one to peek in Christof's schedule book to make it so it would be difficult for the other male to say no yet again.

Of course, as their trainers spoke...it hardly seemed likely that either of the pokemon would be aware of the topic of conversation.  Certainly their voices only registered dimly in Loki's ears at first, and then not at all as they travelled further into the wooded area. He could smell green things, and dirt, and the occasional whiff of what other wild pokemon might have previously stepped on the ground they were walking on, but Loki's eyes were on the look out for one of those hives. 


Soon enough, they'd come to a moderately sized one - not so large that it looked like it might topple the tree it was attached to - but large enough to make it clear that it was fat with honey, the smell of the sweet substance wafting up his nostrils. "This is it." He said quietly, not wanting to immediately alert the combees to their presence. After all, these such operations - well, they required stealth. It was easier, of course, when Ceres was around - the carnivine having a taste for the combees as well as the honey that they created. She often delighted in having a double meal, which always amused Loki. Especially when Veles was around. The Serperior certainly was fond of their other viney team-mate. 


At any rate, his mind was quickly brought back to the matter at paw - and back to the presence of the other too as that brush of fur along his own had been noted, and had made the vulpix's skin feel warmer than it usually did and the fur closest to that skin prickle up. He blinked, slowly turning his gaze onto Nitro and offering him a vaguely speculative look before finally leaning in and offering a few gentle licks to the fur at the base of the other's neck before nuzzling the top of his head in up beneath the other's chin. "Roar huh? I know the move but...even if I do roar, how are we going to get the honey down from way up there?" He asked, his tones perhaps a bit teasing as he was sure he knew that the jolteon had a plan. He just wanted to hear it in words. Besides, the other pokemon's tones were pleasing to him and he wanted to hear more of them. 

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Word Count: 891
Tags: Chris,Nitro - NUMMIES >w<
Notes: Blaine and Loki(Vulpix)

[Christof Drescher]

The matters of the other's past were going well enough. Christof had to say, he found the other's past life somewhat intriguing.  Though, it was very displeasing for him to hear of others so blindly scorning the older man, and his family.  Certainly he couldn't see anything wrong with their livelihood, and in fact, what they did deserved to be shown a great deal of respect.  They lived the lives many trainers glorified with the moving from place to place, and working with pokèmon.  However, they did it as a family, rather than one child venturing off into the unknown, and really the unknown was not the proper place for most children, not on their own anyway.  They also had a profession that didn't require the intentional harm of their pokèmon to come about.  Oh sure, they probably battled their fair share, but the point of their profession was not to intentionally put their pokèmon into that sort of situation. Not, of course, that Christof had a problem with battling.  It was nice though, to know not everyone was obsessed with just that.  Of course, then the other had to draw him back into this. 


"I suppose it depends on your definition of luck.  It was hard, but it is what has kept me from becoming my father", he offers absently, actively mentioning his family for the first time, other than maybe when he had asked Mr. Faux about tending to the Gyarados that had been involved in the death of his eldest brother.  As for Christof's thoughts on the matter of his life, well he wasn't a arrogant man.  The facts were, that if he had remained in that home it was likely his father would have eventually taken interest, and there was only so much defiance a young child can offer. Perhaps he wouldn't have become his father, but the odds would not have favored that, and besides... Kolten was certainly proof that one didn't always have to be the aggressor to pay the price for such matters.  "There is no reason you couldn't still see such things", he offers absently, catching himself a bit before any further implications could be given, or worse, words might actually be spoken that would get him backed into a corner. 


Gaze following the other as he worked once more, Christof remained silent for a bit, but it didn't seem that the other man was done with him.  Still, even after the question of the other's odds of spending time with him, he didn't immediately respond, considering how events had played out so far today. "It hardly seems practical to continue to elude you... given your determination." Not exactly the warmest of agreements was it?  Still, Blaine might have caught the way the German was studying his form, absent, and not nearly so obvious as some men might be, but yes he was studying the other, appraising his looks, and in truth, enjoying them.  


"I will get us part of the hive down... how much of it were you wanting."  It wasn't like the Combee couldn't repair the damage once they returned.  It would take awhile to build back up the combs and fill them with honey, but they'd get over it.  After all, the pair could have been greedy and taken the whole thing.  Of course, that was not what Christof would have wanted, unless it was necessary for them to do so.  His human preferred only to claim little, it put less strain on the ecosystem, or at least that was what his Christof said. 

If that explanation was good enough for the Vulpix, he would lower his ears some. Even on the same side of the matter at hand, that didn't mean he was eager to hear the other Pokèmon's roar.  A few of those should see every last Combee scattered to the wind as they retreated.  Even while the driving away of the insects was still underway, electric currents ran through the Jolteon's fur, charging them a bit, before he thought to step a little further from the smaller pokèmon.  If he was sure the other would give him space, he could increase that voltage, until the furs of his coat stiffened and clung to one another to make those needles Jolteon were well known for shooting. 

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Word Count:732
Tags: Blaine, Loki, mein Honey
Notes: Christof, Nitro (Jolteon) 

[Blaine Carlisle]

The other's answer was simple enough...simple, and yet so very complex in that simplicity as there were notes in the other's voice that led Blaine to believe that not becoming the elder Drescher had been very important to a young Christof. And in fact, was still important to this day. What kind of family must the other have had, Blaine found himself wondering, to feel that becoming a carbon copy of a parent was a thing so terrible that one had to run from it? Perhaps someday, he'd ask the other about it. Or better, perhaps someday the other man would voluntarily offer such information. Today, however, was not that day - and Blaine knew it. But since the other had touched on a faintly deeper subject than he himself had bothered with, the darker haired man took a moment of silence to consider things in his mind, lashes absently lowered as he stepped in just a bit closer. 


It was funny, really, how Christof had run away to avoid becoming the man that had raised him and how Blaine often found himself wondering if he was even half the man that his father had been. Not that Blaine was going to be silly and say something so possibly emotionally revealing. Not at this early stage. It was true that he had no troubles discussing his past, but the matter of his father and whether or not he could ever hope to make the dead man proud...well, that was something best kept private for now. Even if the temptation to say as much was there, especially since it seemed like the only way to offer comfort to the German, though of course it didn't seem outwardly that it was needed or wanted. 


Blaine found himself frowning in absent thought at the unlit fire, a single hand thrust into his pocket while the other hung loose by his side. That other hand soon found itself rubbing briskly down the front of his face, the action shaking himself out of his own thoughts just in time to register the other's off-handed acquiescence to consenting to more time alone. And his eyes raised in just enough time to catch that subtle, but appraising look the other focused on him - that look enough to have a slightly wicked grin curving his lips, even as he dared to reach out and playfully hook fingers through the belt loops of the other's pants, using that grip to attempt to tug the other in closer. 


If he was successful...well, Blaine would step in even closer, allowing the warmth of his body to brush in against the other man's, their faces so close that their very breath could co-mingle between them, and he'd make sure to slip an arm boldly about the other's waist, to make sure to keep him there. "Mmm...well, I am certainly that. Determined." He purred, gaze dropping briefly to the other's mouth. "I guess making an impression couldn't hurt though, right?" The question was voiced softly, at such a distance that, if he were any closer their lips might be touching. Blaine smiled, his free hand slipping up to caress fingers lightly up the other's cheek, not immediately moving in for what was surely a kiss, rather wanting the anticipation of it to build. And only once that anticipation had built up to the proper level would Blaine finally dip his head, lips bodly brushing in against the other man's - provided Christoff had remained in proximity to allow such a thing of course - that lower lip of his sweeping up to roll gently in against the other's mouth, to lightly nip the other's lower lip in encouragement and see if Christof would at least meet him halfway on this score. 


Meanwhile, blissfully unaware of the machinations of his trainer, Loki's attention focused on the hive. The little vulpix's demeanor shifted, ever so subtly, from one of play to one of business, his attention sharp and fixated on the target. Roar...well, it was a thing that required some control, the move something he knew could indeed clear out the combees from their hive, and possibly Nitro if he wasn't careful. Though he was positive the jolteon could withstand a few noises. He took a moment to pace...body sweeping slowly from side to side as he considered it from all angles before he finally began to gear up, a hint of a growl forming in his voice as he answered Nitro's question of how much to take.

" We don't need the whole thing. Blaine wouldn't want us to take it all anyway. Just enough to be shared between our trainers will suffice, I think." A sidelong glance moved towards the jolteon, a pause taken to watch as the other began to bristle - electric currents moving almost visibly along the other's body and making his fur stand out in sharp needles that Loki knew could be painful if one caught one in a soft part of the body. He'd have to make sure to steer quite clear once things got really under way. After all, this was a hunting expedition, not a battle. Still, he did watch that subtle transformation a bit longer - electric pokemon having long since fascinated him since Hekili had joined his team. Soon enough though, Nitro would be ready, and Loki would be too...the little vulpix digging his paws into the ground as he opened his muzzle, and roared - directing the sound at the combee hive itself rather than at the area in general. It only took a few bursts of sound to get the insect-like pokemon to scatter, and once that was done, Loki would step cautiously back...so that Nitro could do his part, and watch. 

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Word Count: 972
Tags: Chris/Nitro/Ja Unser Honig!
Notes: Blaine and Loki(Vulpix)

[Christof Drescher]

He had pretty much considered the matter of his past closed.  Sure, he would answer the other if he questioned him further, but unless that happened, Christof was quite through with considering his father and older siblings.  They were family only by blood as far as he was concerned, and it had been that way for him for a long time. Something then caught his eye.  The other male's eyes were on him, now and he knew he had been 'caught' looking the other over, not that he was ashamed.  It was just, there was something in that look he was receiving, and his eyes narrowed a bit in suspicion, and he outright stiffened as he was drawn in close. 


There was a pause as the German considered what he thought of this matter, of him being so close to the other male.  Apparently he decided it didn't warrant immediately removing himself from the situation.  The however, things became far less clear for Christof.  It started with that tone, the way and words the other was speaking, so close to him that he could feel the heat of the slightly larger man's form. He might have liked to think that he could remain unmoved, but the shiver this caused was not about to be suppressed. He had never really been this close to another person before, not like this.  The arm around his waist prevented retreat, and yet, he didn't feel as trapped as he should have, something that was irritating though, he didn't know what to do with his arm, which had raised a bit reflexively to get out of the way of those advancing arms of the other man.  Eyes narrowing once more he made a decision and settled his hands against those arms, not so sure about returning such an embrace and encouraging this, even if he did recognize parts that definitely wanted to encourage giving their input. 

"Impression?" He really shouldn't have asked, because then he got his answer.  Of all things, the German found himself panicking a bit, his body stiffening once more, as he didn't know what to do.  Oh sure, he knew how his intimate parts worked, likely wouldn't be too worried about his endurance for his first time, even if it was different, he knew he wasn't completely ignorant.  Kissing though, that wasn't exactly something one could figure out on his own, and being male, well honestly he'd been content enough figuring out more serious things during his development. The encouragement of those lips, however, were met with cautious response, his own trying to get a feel for this kissing thing. He was old enough at least, he could not completely stumble in this because of raging hormones or compromising over enthusiasm. 


Nitro's ears lowered some, and lowered his body, tense, ready to spring, in part preparing for his part in this, but also, to brace himself against the roar.  It was good of Loki to focus the force of that move, but he did want to be sure he didn't do anything shameful, like find himself running off.  That would simply not be acceptable. Once the Vulpix's part was played, his ears straightened once more, and listened keenly, just in case there were any stragglers. Not that they had to worry, Combee would be especially susceptible to either of their elemental attacks, Loki's fire because they were bugs, his electricity because they were flying.  His ears weren't the only thing that were focused, no the Jolteon was zeroed in on that hive, it's positioning.  "Pin Missle" was a fairly accurate move in and of itself, and Christof was a firm believer in working on the accuracy of any move religiously, a stationary target would be no problem. 

The target was up, so the Jolteon pressed forward, raising his chest out and upward giving the impression of 'jutting it' so his needles would be pointed in the correct direction, and let loose the forward shooting 'needles' from his front, no sense in wasting effort with the rest of his body. It took a couple of attacks, but the outer paper covering of the hive was torn through, compromising it's hold on the rest of the hive, enough that it did start to dangle a bit. Inside the combs contained in the section undoubtedly had their connection to the rest of the hive compromised. It wasn't enough to have their prize falling free, but that was easy enough to solve.  The Jolteon charged forward, the electric currents calming their coursing along his frame so that his fur returned to its typically soft state as made a direct line for the tree's trunk. In a combination of Strength and Tackle he drove the force of his chest bone into that tree, shaking it a bit, and causing the section of hive and filled combs to break loose.  Chlori's razor leaf and vine whip were better for this sort of thing, but there hadn't always been a Leafeon around to get this job done.  Besides, it was best to have multiple ways to solve these sorts of problems. 

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Word Count: 861
Tags: Blaine, Loki, Score
Notes: Christof, Nitro (Jolteon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

Blaine's kisses were like him...patient. They were slow and languourous and made sure to leave plenty of time for the other seemingly far less experienced man to catch up. Besides, he was in no rush, and goodness knew when he'd get the opportunity to enjoy the taste of the other's mouth again. That shiver though, that gentle vibration of body against body, well, that was certainly something. Something that made those arms around the other tighten just a bit, close around the other just a bit more possessively as Blaine gathered that German man in still closer. As if they weren't already close enough. 


"Mmmm. You know Mr. Drescher...I think I very much enjoy having you right here. As close as you are." He purred softly, taking that moment of speech to catch his breath before - if the other hadn't somehow begun trying to push himself away - moving in for more of that mouth on his own. His lips brushed in against the other's first, coaxing and soft before teeth gently nibbled at that lower lip...and then of course, if the other proved to be amenable to these actions, his tongue sweeping out to brush up against those lips as well, in seeking of a deepening of that kiss. 


Loki would have been proud if he'd seen his trainer at work, the vulpix never having been one for hiding his interests or being all too subtle about them. Of course it was quite possible that Blaine's methods were more appreciated by the other human that was currently being romanced, but Loki would have been pleased none the less. Now, though, he had little time to wonder about what his human and Nitro's human might be up to in their absence. He was too busy focusing on that honey, and on the rather skillful way Nitro executed his moves to get it right where they wanted it. 


"Score!" Loki said, half on a joyous laugh. It was his impulse, of course, to dash over to Nitro and properly 'reward' the jolteon for his prowess...but he limited that 'reward' to a few affectionate licks and nips before his paws began to work at the hive - deftly separating a few of the sticky combs so they could take them back to their humans to enjoy. "Your trainer must be really good at what he does, huh?" He asked a bit belatedly, pausing to wipe a bit of honey away from one of his pads. 

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Word Count: 423
Tags: Chris/Nitro(Jolteon)/We gots it!
Notes: Blaine/Loki(Vulpix)

[Christof Drescher]

After Blaine had spoken, he cleared his throat, a hand moving to settle in an almost restraining action against the middle of the other's chest. The pause that ensued might have made the other man unsure, or certain that Christof was going to put a halt to things and reprimand the older instructor. It was, however, the time that he needed to debate his next words, before finally making his decision.

"Christof... seems more appropriate."  He was certain the other would understand that, of course that was when they were alone.  He didn't need students thinking it was appropriate for them to call him by his first name, after all.  Besides, he wasn't really the sort to want his personal life brought up to the 'public at large'. Having said as he meant to say, the German let his hand slip back down, granting the other the freedom to continue.

 Christof did tend to pick up on things fairly quickly, so when those lips returned, his own were more confident in their actions.  Years of indulging in exploration and giving in to impulses driven by curiosity had him experimenting with the feel of those lips methodically, and when he felt the brush of that tongue, he both understood, and gave in to his desire to experience something unfamiliar. As Blaine lead him into, what was likely going to be something of a lesson for him, he did take the initiative to at least move his hands from their rather neutral positioning, ghosting touches against his arms as it were, to slip his arms around the other male, encouraging the other to continue. 


Nitro was rather pleased with himself, so far things were going well and, truthfully something pleased him about the Vulpix seeing how useful he could be.  It shouldn't have, but it did, then again Nitro was used to the others in his 'pack' looking up to him, maybe he was just accustomed to it.  His attention shifted as Loki came charging, and he did the oddest of things, he didn't dissuade the other, accepting that affection without complaint.  It was his turn then to watch as the smaller pokèmon worked out some of the laden combs to return with. 

"It seems likely you'll have the chance to make your own assessment about that", he offers without the typical gruffness to his tone. It was something that, if said the wrong way, could have been stinging.  So, he was careful to keep his tones softer. "Do you want help carrying?"  The other really did seem to have a firm grasp on what he was doing, perhaps he would prefer the Jolteon not to help at this point. 

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Word Count: 457
Tags: Blaine, Loki(Vulpix), We are awesome
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

During that pause, Blaine did stop to glance down at the hand resting against his chest, and though his grip did momentarily lessen on the other it didn't exactly release. Sure Christof could tell him to unhand him at once and then proceed to make him feel like a naughty school child for ever daring such a thing in the first place, but that wasn't going to stop him from attempting such a thing later. And besides, he didn't want to let go of the other man until it was absolutely demanded of him - the German just felt too pleasing beneath his hands to remove them just yet. 

Of course when the other simply said that 'Christof' would be more appropriate, Blaine grinned - the curvature of his lips easy and warm, and perhaps a bit mischeivous as his arms not only stayed where they were but actually once again wound around the other more tightly, encouraging that body to be more flush against his own. "Christof..." He said, testingly at first, though in reality he was of course teasing a bit, before he leaned down and stole a few nibbles along the other's jawline.

"Mmm. I have half a mind to have you call me Mr. Carlisle anyway. " He teased, brushing his lips against the other's in between words, before nipping at that lower lip and sucking on it a moment. "But, I think we should save that for a different sort of encounter, mmm?" How it was Blaine could make something like that sound suggestive, well one would have to wonder, but one would not be given much time to do so as there were other things to do besides tease the man that had so very much managed to snare his interest and hold it.  His voice lowered into a bit of a purr, even as he leaned down to once again claim those lips - that mouth hovering a bit over the other man's to finish what he'd been saying. " Besides...I rather find the idea of you saying my /name/ to be immensely appealing. For a number of reasons." He chuckled, pointedly nestling his hips in against the other's before finally leaning in to do just what he'd wanted - a soft growl of desire spilling out into the air between them the only warning given before his mouth descended and he none too shyly laid a more firm claim on the other's...and the man that mouth belonged to as well. 

Of course the other's knack for picking up on things, it was quite dully noted, so Blaine pushed - just a little bit - sucking and nipping at the tongue the other offered up, demanding just a bit more from the blond man in his arms, even as he felt the other man's arms similarly wind around himself. He stepped in still closer, to make it easier, his kiss gradually increasing in hunger to the point where he was very nearly not conscious of having brought Loki with him at all.

Perhaps similarly to his trainer, Loki was quite busy admiring the handsome Jolteon that had not only aptly demonstrated just how very useful he could be, but had also accepted the vulpix's small demonstration of appreciation. He supposed that by now, a lot of other pokemon might have given up - Nitro's gruff, disinterested demeanor more than enough to keep others at bay. But Loki, well, perhaps it was lucky for both of them that he was not one of those sorts to let such a thing bother him. Or even remotely put him off. So, his tails swished quite happily as he worked at the hive on the ground, expertly separating two sizeable chunks of comb from it. " I wouldn't mind the help..." He said softly, ducking his head a bit to give the impression of peering up at Nitro from beneath lashes. "I also wouldn't mind making sure you get rewarded for your...efforts." And damn him if he didn't have the /nerve/ to offer the sort of vulpine grin that was absolutely wicked with that as well. 


Still, once the other did as he suggested, Loki would bend down and pick up his share of the comb between his teeth - not minding the sticky sweet stuff on his tongue - and began to head back to where their trainers were. His head was higher, his step a little jauntier as - after all - /he/ was a provider and had every right to be proud. Especially since he knew that the honey would at least please his Blaine, though he did hope that Nitro's trainer would like it too. He wasn't sure why Nitro disliked his trainer so, but other than the vague worry that Christof might somehow hurt Loki's Blaine's feelings, the vulpix quite liked the blond man with the interesting way of talking. And more so, he really liked him for Blaine...he just hoped that eventually Nitro would see that Blaine was likeable for Christof too. 

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Word Count: 839 
Tags: Chris, Nitro
Notes: Blaine and Loki(Vulpix)

[Christof Drescher]

The other's teasing did earn him a raised eyebrow as the German seemed to be analyzing the older instructor's behavior, and trying to decide if it was acceptable or not.  He was amusing in some ways, this Blaine Carlisle, not that Christof intended to make his thought on that matter clear.  Why should he?  As he decided he didn't mind this teasing, the fact that he didn't object should have been enough, in the German's mind.  What got him curious though was this 'different sort of encounter', especially when paired with that tone. Lips parting to ask about the matter, were, however captured before they could voice such curiosities.

Being pressed tightly against the other male was quickly starting to effect him, his hips subtly answering the other's as they moved in for better positioning. Then there was that growl, it seemed to cut through him with its aggressive, possessively demanding sound. His own voice answered offered a delayed answer in a soft, heady moan that slipped as the other all but assaulted his lips. His own responses became a bit more sure, his tongue and teeth diligently working at improving their skill. Eventually he did break away, but only because, he really needed to breathe.

"You seem to have a great deal in common with your Vulpix ", he pants softly, a little light headed if he was to be completely honest with himself. "I do hope though... that you don't intend for us to copulate the first time you corner me in the woods."  No he wasn't angry, or even irritated, but it did occur to Christof, even if he didn't intend to hold out intentionally, if he found himself desiring to 'give in'.  Still, the first time might have been a bit improper, or at the very least they probably should finish this first meal together first.  The other had gone through far to much trouble if all he was looking for was to get laid. Still, he didn't pull away himself, thinking perhaps it was best to allow the other the decision in that matter; he was, apparently the aggressor between them.

Nitro was not fairing quite as well in identifying what was going on. Oh sure, he was more or less aware of what the Vulpix was about.  Loki certainly had had no difficulty being upfront about seeking his attentions.  However, as the other spoke of rewarding him in that mischievous way, a single yellow ear tipped downward as he eyed the other in a manner to suggest he was trying to puzzle together what the other meant.

"Reward me?", asked the Jolteon, not nearly as gruffly as he might. The answer though, whatever it was, it could likely wait, unless the other intended to keep the advantage over him in understanding this matter.  In any event, Nitro also carefully claimed his share of the prize to return with for their trainers.  Absently he allowed himself to consider Loki, as well as Blaine's other pokèmon.  It seemed said trainer had succeeded in getting his foot in the door in initiating human courtship rituals.  So it seemed, dependent on Christof's response, he would seriously have to consider how well it would all work, Blaine's pokèmon, more or less in his pack. 

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Word Count: 544
Tags: Blaine, Loki(Vulpix), Kissie faces 
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon)

[Blaine Carlisle]

Now, it was entirely possible that if he'd been anyone else, he might have actually been /offended/ by Christof's choice in words. Perhaps it was lucky for the German that Blaine had long ago learned to not so easily take offense, and instead often felt amusement in such things. Certainly this was demonstrated relatively clearly in the way he grinned impishly at the male he was currently pressed in so close against, and after a final nip to the other's lip - and a bit of breathlessness as well - he finally released the other, giving him some space.

"Ah...no. No, nowadays I kind of prefer to leave the copulating in the bedroom." His nose crinkled a bit as he chuckled, fingertips reaching to rest lightly on one of the other's arms - as if asking him to fully relinquish his hold on the other was simply too much. "I mean, there's nothing like a rock in the middle of your spine to ruin the mood, don't you think?" He chuckled a bit, eyes twinkling mischeivously before finally completely letting the other go, and well...it was something that couldn't be helped that his words were a bit huskier sounding than he liked. No, his intent had not been to seduce the other man in the middle of the woods, but kissing him was a heady thing. A thing that only served to stir desires up and make him almost wish he was the sort to do just that. 


" And you know...you wouldn't be the first to say me and Loki were alike." Another chuckle escaped as he turned away to finish setting up the cooking tripod over where the fire would be. "Since I've had him since I was around four...well, I guess that's really only to be expected." Blaine shrugged, reaching up to run fingers back through his own hair in an effort to calm his hormones. Hormones that were still racing through his system, despite the fact that he was well past his teenage years. Jesus, it was just a kiss. There was no need for it to effect him like this. He shook his head, focusing his attention on what he was doing, even if he couldn't stop himself from trying to glean a little more information from the man. "So...how long have you and your team been together? I mean, it seems like you've had Nitro for a while..." 


And Blaine's voice trailed off as Loki trotted over, a couple of combs laden with honey delicately held in his jaws.  The grin he settled on the vulpix was a delighted on, a hand reaching up to gently scratch at the top of Loki's head - the little pokemon nudging up more firmly into his trainer's touch. " Aw, thanks buddy!" The instructor said, clearly delighted. "Go and hand that off to Christof, will ya?" And with that, Loki did trot off ot the German man, little chest puffed out proudly as he moved over to do precisely as he was told, licking the remnants of the sticky sweet stuff and waiting for Nitro to do the same before wasting no time in brushing up against the jolteon, curving a few of his tails around the other pokemon's lower half in a sign of affection, and a clear demonstration of possession as well. He knew that Nitro was Christof's, but he wanted to make it clear that he had a bit of a claim on him too. Even if Nitro refused to see it immediately.

Blaine just chuckled at Loki's antics, shaking his head a bit, before motioning the vulpix over again. "Do us a favor, friend, and see about getting this fire going, hmm? The sooner we heat up the food, the sooner we can eat, 'kay?" Loki was loathe to remove himself from the jolteon's side. That much Blaine could see clearly...but after a moment or two, the vulpix did do as he suggested, slowly prowling up to the fire's edge - eyes beginning to glow as the first stages of 'ember' began. It was a simple enough move, one that neither Blaine nor Loki felt the need to be named - after all, it wasn't like Loki hadn't lit up hundreds of fires before. Still, there was some strange part of both the vulpix and his trainer that felt rather pleased at having the two observers present. As if showing they too could be useful was something necessary.

Soon enough, the glow intensified and the vulpix blew just enough flame onto the tinder to set the fire to sparking...and then flaring to life. The wood that their pokemon had brought was happily crackling to life, and Blaine stood to adjust the cooking tripod as needed, even as Loki stepped back in beside his Nitro once more, pressing his side up against the other and making a distinctive sound of pleasure as he nestled in contentedly to watch the fire's glow for a moment. And to watch as his trainer looked up at Christof, just a hint of that easy and warm affection that Loki was so familiar present in that gaze, and present for the German it would seem rather than the pokemon , and then asked Nitro's trainer to bring over one of the dishes - a stew of sorts most likely. One of Loki's ears twitched, his brows knit together with a hint of worry. " Blaine seems to really really like your Christof, Nitro..." 

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Word Count: 919
Tags: Christof, Nitro - Soup's on. 
Notes: Blaine, Loki (Vulpix)

[Christof Drescher]

Parting left Christof feeling a little off, but it had been for the best, at least for now.  Besides, it was likely their pokèmon would return soon, and while he had no doubt such things wouldn't phase either of them, Christof would rather not make them wait longer for the promised meal. Of course the question of what he thought of a rock to the back was a rhetorical one, one that he took in stride, not really minding so much really.  However, it seemed that maybe he should have continued to keep the other occupied with kiss... or something, as apparently the other decided to bring up matters of the past again.  

"Nitro was my first, I've had him since I as nine, but I knew him since I was eight... before he was mine, my brother 'kept' him." He answered precisely though he didn't go into many details, and there was a certain firmness to his tone that didn't seem angry or irritated, but did give the impression he was just sticking to the facts.  Christof did realize that perhaps he should endeavour to get over his almost pointed way of keeping all matters pertaining to his family and earliest parts of his life tightly under wraps, or at the very least to not acknowledge what might be common knowledge to some circles.  They were still a bit new to each other though, and the German wasn't so sure he wanted to come across as someone who felt cheated or slighted by life. No, Christof was pleased by what had come of his life, and he was a practical enough man to realize that the less pleasant matters carried weight in who and what he had become. 

As Loki approached Blaine, two sets of eyes watched the pair, though the human's did slip away to consider the Nitro.  Nitro, of course hung back, hardly surprising, and returned to Loki's side in bringing their prizes over.  Gently taking the offered combs, from the Vulpix first, his voice would settle to a lower tone and volume, so the matter was between himself and the fire type. 

"Thank you, Loki.  It is appreciated", he offers easily. Christof didn't know a lot about Loki himself, but he knew enough about Vulpix that, while they might find honey alright to help fill a needy belly, there were many other foods they would rather hunt up. Clearly this endeavour had been taken by the pair of them on their humans' behalves.  His gaze did continue to watch the crafty little fox pokèmon, the way he brushed against Nitro, though that was not quite so surprising.  Christof might have remained oblivious to Blaine's intentions, but he could easily identify Loki's interests... and of course even if he were dense about such matters, he'd had plenty of chances for the matter to become clear with the way the impish fox enjoyed his unevolved Eevees... He would have to remember to keep Hazel away from the Vulpix before too long.  She'd be going into her cycle soon, and he was hoping to encourage her to accept Miko or Panzar, the former for his coloring, or the latter for his size. Bad enough he had already slacked just a bit in his diligence and hadn't isolated Nutmeg from roving males immediately.  He was somewhat unsure if it wouldn't be little fire types whelped from her this time around.

"Es scheint, dass wir in der gleichen Situation, ja?", he offered to Nitro, as his own pokèmon approached to offer his share of the spoils. The German lightly reaching between the electric type's ears to offer a gently ruffle the fur found there.  Nitro, for his part, twitched those ears at the sound of his trainer, using the first human language he had known. A knowing slow blink answered those words, as the Jolteon slipped into the enjoyment of those fingers turning firmer to offer lightly massaging strokes. "Ich denke, dass wir werden ausrechnen müssen, was wir mit ihnen tun werden." With that the gaze of the pair shifted, their attentions refocusing on their apparent pursuers.   

Carefully setting aside the gifts brought by the two pokèmon where it would be safe for latter, Christof easily complied with the other's request. That his own gaze had soften, just a bit in an almost reflexive response to the other's signals of affection, it was subtle, but it was there, regardless of what he thought about the matter. Nitro, for his part, didn't reject Loki's affections. In fact, the Jolteon, had allowed himself to settle into grooming the Vulpix's soft fur between his ears and down his neck. It was mostly business it seemed, but there was an affection in there as well, and certainly if there hadn't been, Nitro would not have bothered.  He paused to answer the other's words, not really sure what to offer, so he gave him what came to mind. 

"Christof doesn't seem to object to his interests... We doesn't usually take to other humans." It wasn't a warning of caution, but rather the best he could offer by way of reassurance to the smaller pokèmon. Indeed, Nitro wasn't really sure how he felt about this matter, in so far as his trainer's well being was concerned, but the facts where, it was saying something that Christof had not rejected the other man outright after his intentions were made clear.  Certainly there had been a time or two that a too friendly man or woman had been given a very stern talking to.

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Word Count: 939
Tags: Blaine, Loki(Vulpix), Honey? What Honey?
Notes: Christof, Nitro(Jolteon) 

[Blaine Carlisle]

The stiffness in the other's tones were duly noted, and a subtle hint of guilt flooded momentarily through him - making Blaine's lashes lower absently as he fiddled with the cast iron tripod over their fire. He had to remind himself that not everyone was as open as what had gone on in the past as he was, and he shouldn't just expect others to be so forthcoming. Sure, he was curious. There was just about nothing that he could think of that he wouldn't want to know about Christof - the German man, well, he was vastly intriguing. Blaine couldn't help asking questions. But it was quickly becoming clear that even the most innoccuous sounding question to his own ears was a difficult one for Christof to answer. He'd have to cool it on the questions, that was all. And perhaps he even owed the other an apology for prying.


" Listen, I'm sorry I keep trying to get you to talk about your past. I can't help being curious, you know?" He grinned, the words easy despite the nature of them as - really - Blaine wasn't bothered by feeling the need to be sorry. " I mean, I enjoy trying to figure out what makes you tick. What's made you the man you are today. It's stuff I think about. But, I don't have to ask. And if I do, you can always just tell me to mind my own business. I won't even be offended. Promise." He chuckled, lashes lowering again as he focused briefly on that tripod again, fiddling with it just a bit more to get it be steady before accepting the dish of food being offered. " I just grew up in an atmosphere where there were very few real boundaries. Such is the life of a life surrounded by women..." He made a face - one that made it clear that he wouldn't change the circumstances of his life for the world, but that really it had still been pesky having three unabaashedly nosy sisters and a very nosy mom constantly in his business. " I sometimes forget that other people still have them.", Blaine offered in wry, apologetic  tones - tones that poked fun more at himself than anyone else - before straightening, dusting his hands off on his jeans and spooning the stew into the small pot he'd set up over the fire.  


" There." He grinned, reaching out to absently offer Christof's nearest hand a squeeze. " Won't take long to have that warm enough to eat. I brought some other things, but they can be eaten cold. Bread too...which I think will taste good with the honey our pokemon were kind enough to bring us." Blaine tossed an affectionate look Loki and Nitro's way - even if all Nitro did was glare back at him - and then stuffed his hands into his pockets before he tried to touch Christof more than he should. After all, being too over-eager was something Blaine knew could easily chase a person like Christof away and...well, he certainly didn't want that. 


In the meanwhile, Loki settled into the other's grooming quite happily - nestling in as close to the jolteon as he could and turning his head a bit to lick at whatever bits of fur his little tongue could reach to return such a kind and generous gesture. And of course, because he couldn't quite help himself, he interspersed those licks with playful nips here and there - grasping at bits of fur with his teeth to offer playful tugs with a hint of a growl escaping. His fluffy tails swished happily too, brushing in against the jolteon only to flip away again - Nitro's words cheering him considerably, a thing evident by the way he cheerfully grinned up at the one he was pursuing indeed. " Well, that certainly has to count for something I'd think. " He said, sounding hopeful - where as certain other pokemon might only see the negative. Honestly, sometimes Veles was such a downer, though Loki supposed he couldn't help it. " So, do you think we should bother trying to fish too? Or will whatever Blaine brought for us be enough?" He asked, one ear twitching as he waited for the larger pokemon's reply. 

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Word Count: 708
Tags: Christof,Nitro
Notes: Blaine, Loki

[Christof Drescher]

As the other slipped into apologizing, the German felt out of sorts. Certainly he hadn't meant to convey displeasure with the other man for having asked such simple questions. Surely he couldn't think that he was upset with him for asking things that should have been completely harmless. Indeed, they really were still harmless in his case mostly.  It's just, well, he didn't want the other feeling badly for him, or making a fuss about things that were dealt with long ago.  Maybe, after they knew each other better, and he understood more fully the way he worked, it wouldn't bother him to be more 'chatty' about his past. 

"You don't need to apologize. Just because I don't care much for the answers, doesn't mean there is something wrong with the questions", he offers easily.  It wasn't really much compared to what all the other male had had to say, but then Christof wasn't typically a man of many words.  He had gotten across what he needed too,  elaborating further without being asked to do so was simply a foreign matter to him.  After all, they were peers, not instructor and student. 

When Blaine brought up their pokèmon, he did consider the matter thoughtfully.  "They seem to be proving that they work together well", he offers absently.  This too was an important matter to him.  He himself only spared the pair a glance, a brief one at that.  Nitro was very sensitive to his attentions, and, well... if his Jolteon was pleased settling in with Loki, he didn't want to disturb that inadvertently. 

Nitro was, indeed sensitive to Christof's attentions, but he also had a knack for feeling other eyes.  So, Blaine's eyes were felt eventually, and he paused in his grooming of the fire type to level a glare at the human. He would not be won over as easily as the unevolved Eevees.  Still, even as he had his doubts, it really would be good if there could be a human good enough for his Christof. 

"If you want to fish we can.  Otherwise, I am content to remain here", he offers absently.   The Jolteon waited to see what the Vulpix's response might be.  If Loki wanted to fish, then they would go.  Otherwise, he would settle, and lay down, and if the other joined him in settling on the ground, he would settle his chin over Loki's shoulder. 

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Word Count: --
Tags: N/A
Notes: N/A

[Blaine Carlisle]

Blaine found himself grinning at the other's somewhat cursory answer, the German's no-nonsense ways really rather more appealing than the other man likely knew. Well, he wasn't going to tell him - at least not yet. Such revelations required the gift of timing, and thanks to the level of patience he generally had, timing was something he knew he could afford to wait for. "Well, I figured it couldn't hurt to cover my bases.", he said with a playful wink, even as he motioned to the bag and left his hand extended. "Hand me the spoon please?" Once the spoon was in hand, he'd give the stew a stir, eyeing it for consistency. Normally he'd taste it for seasoning as well...but then again normally he didn't have company when he cooked or ate like this. So seasoning could just be left up to the individual. 


"So, what else do you enjoy besides being out in nature?" Blaine asked, clanging the spoon on the edge of the pot and setting it aside on the lid of the container he'd brought the stew in. "Do you read? Have any other hobbies?" This, he thought, was safe. Well, safe enough to talk about during this stage of things anyway. And it satisfied that itch he had to get to know the other better without pushing things too far. Perhaps it was strange though that Blaine felt like maybe he was being too chatty. But really, what else was there to do to keep his mind off of disregarding what he'd said only moments ago and dragging Christof down to the ground for a good, healthy session of some rather vigorous copulation indeed. 


Loki was in a similar place, except...to be honest he didn't feel much like talking. He was much too pleased to be snuggled up against the jolteon he'd been trying to snag the attention of for what seemed like an infinite amount of time. So content, in fact, he didn't even really want to move - and made it clear by making a pointed huff of sound before curling closer to Nitro, turning his head to the side a bit to nip and lick at the nearest part of the jolteon's fur as he could. "Nah. I was feeling ambitious before but now I think I'd rather just sit here with you." He admitted easily, nuzzling the top part of his head up under the other's chin. " Food will be ready soon anyway I think." And indeed, the air was already being filled with the delicious scent of the stew, Loki's nostrils quivering slightly at the air to fill themselves with it. " I think it's stantler." 

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Word Count: 453
Tags: Christof,Nitro
Notes: Blaine, Loki